My 80 year old prof in his raspy old-man voice was talking to us about grades today:
"I should tell you all about the time a student approached me, and said... 'I have problems.'"
[laughter]
"I'm serious! That's not all. Then she said 'I'm bipolar.'"
[more hesitant laughter]
"Then she said 'I have a drinking problem.'"
[astounded at this point]
"And finally she said 'I'm suicidal and if you fail me it'll be your fault that I kill myself.'"
[buh...?! what did you say? we asked]
[innocently] "I didn't say anything."
Oh Dr. Hitchcock, such a sweetie...
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